Hairy black holes
Stephen Hawking has recanted his prior belief that black holes have no hair. That is, all the information that is preserved when something crosses the event horizon is mass, spin, and charge. Now he says that it is perhaps possible to know a little more history than that when the black hole evaporates. He lost a long standing bet. I guess that’s why science isn’t a system of beliefs.
Deines called the other night
Wanted to know when the Aaron Traffas Show on Ice is coming to Topeka
I mentioned something about an ex-girlfriend
Going to meet up with Burgess after the auction tonight
Going to go piss off Wade Bowen’s fans
Bitch at them for being there instead of at the open mic
Of course, where will we be?
Heading to Oklahoma City tomorrow night
Steve’s [Red] Rooster is one of the top 5 venues at which I’ve played
Then on to Texas to Grumps
Still haven’t heard back from the Barber County courthouse
Supposed to be there for jury duty on Monday
Wonder if I can vote guilty in absentia
They probably frown on that
McClure fired Pyeatt
Dumbass
Players like that don’t come along every day
Sometimes it’s good to sacrifice the money for the sound
Pyeatt was a hell of a nice guy
Vote for Anybody But Brownback
You’ll hear from me.
I don’t know why I asked for a menu
I bounced over to Hays last night
On a whim
Blaine Younger and Mike Kisner played Route 40
I think we all had too good a time
I got up and played a few
I’d already had too much
Trying to get myself to play was like trying to herd an old, blind cow through a series of gates in the rain.
It was good to play with Blaine again
It’d been a long, long time
Vote for Anybody But Brownback
Booking again
I’m back
Back from the farm
Back from the cloud of uncertainty
Almost enough money made back to cover my time off
Booking shows again
Just when I told myself I was taking some time off this fall to begin some much needed recording, I spend 30 minutes typing all my upcoming shows in this email. I guess I’m back in the center seat again.
Here are the hard points:
Every Thursday Trevor Burgess (www.trevorburgess.com) and I are going to be running a free-for-all open mic night at Bobby T’s, home of the original open mic in Manhattan. Come out if you can, it’ll be just like Fats used to be.
A week from this Saturday will be my first trip to Texas to play music with a brief stop off in Oklahoma City for a show. I hope I can keep the Republicans at bay.
I have one hell of a week coming up at the end of this month. Burgess is dragging me along on a 7 shows in 6 days tour in Kansas and Oklahoma. He gets a break that Thursday but I don’t. I hope I make it to August in one piece.
I’m glad I’m not a dead horse
Ahhh…relaxing at the Wave
Picturing merchandise
Listening to a DVD I downloaded of the Counting Crows
Live from Amsterdam
These guys used to be a rock band right out of the garage
Sometime since I became a fan they became seasoned professionals
There is a calmness about them that compliments their accuracy
I’m going to add some Crows songs back to my setlist. Don’t worry, I’m still fighting the good red dirt fight. I just think it wouldn’t hurt to bring back some Crows, Son Volt, Ryan Adams, and Roger Clyne.
I did the math today
14 songs ready for the new CD
Work begins in August
Shooting for stocking stuffers
Thanks to fellow musician Trevor Burgess for helping me move in to my new apartment. Thanks also to both him and Wayne Graham for helping me build and install a shower enclosure for the claw-foot tub that was there. I’m not big on baths. Trevor put it perfectly. “What’s the point? You take a bath and then you’re sitting there in your own muck.”
“I wanna be the light that just burns out your eyes” -Adam Duritz, “Catapult”
Register 15
Just a few minor points today
Less describes bulk quantity
Fewer describes a comparative number of pieces
Less fuel
Fewer gallons
Less merchandise
Fewer items
Less filling
Fewer carbohydrates
Get the point?
One more
Good is an adjective
Well is an adverb
Adjectives describe nouns and nouns (or pronouns) only. Good does not describe how something works, runs, does, or sucks.
I’m getting ready to move out of my apartment. True, I only signed the lease yesterday, but it was in just the wrong part of town.
I went to Wal-Mart
Spent an inordinate amount of money
After having been cleaning all day
I had 12 items in my cart
I wanted a can of Skoal
Their new policy says you can only buy tobacco at register 15
I walked up to the register
The sign said SPEEDY CHECKOUT
10 ITEMS OR LESS!
I couldn’t decide about what I was more mad. Could it be the notion that if you want to buy tobacco at Wal-Mart you are limited in the amount of other purchases you can make or the fact that whoever designed their signs didn’t pay attention in 7th grade English class when they taught that it should be “10 items or fewer”?
Imbeciles.
Now with more syrup
Castling
Every now and then you enjoy something that you know that very few people in this world would enjoy as much as you do. Sometimes it’s bad, such as making customers or superiors suffer. Sometimes, though, it’s because you’re just a weirdo. I’ve just started listening to the physics lectures given by Richard Feynman at Cal Tech in 1961. It was the only time he every taught such a comprehensive course on physics. Because Cal Tech knew it, they had the wisdom to record these lectures. They were recently released.
For those of you who aren’t weird, you can read a brief summation of his biography. What the biography doesn’t mention is that he has a great sense of humor. For example, he was describing the fact that we don’t, and arguably will never, know all of the laws, or rules, of physics.
“…actually, we do not have all the rules. We know that we do not have all the rules. Every once in a while, something like castling or something is going on that we still don’t understand.”
My love for physics came mostly from my father, who inspired me early on not to accept the mediocre physics education haphazardly offered by the public school system. After taking every physics course offered to farmers at Kansas State University, I became so frustrated that I started reading Stephen Hawking. The derivations of the theories presented were quite over my combine, but I couldn’t help but enjoy not only the purity of the science but the fact that I knew of things that a large majority of the general public didn’t. It’s funny how powerful and addictive knowledge can be. I’m certainly not claiming that I’m smart…I am claiming that I’m weird.